“What do you call this sauce?” Bernie said.
We were out on the patio back of Max’s Memphis Ribs, Bernie seated at a table, Cleon Maxwell standing beside it, me underneath with a big juicy rib.
“The sauce?” Cleon said. “I call it Max’s Top-Secret World’s Best BBQ Sauce.”
“Great name,” Bernie said. “What’s in it?”
Cleon laughed. “Nice try.”
“There’s Dijon mustard, I know that.”
“I confirm or deny nada,” Cleon said. He went over to another table where two big bald guys were chowing down.
“Wish I knew the ingredients,” Bernie said.
Ingredients? A new one on me. And who cared? I got that rib bone against those hard-to-reach back teeth and grinded away at it just the way I like. Does that feel great or what?
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